“She sold her hair; she sold her teeth, but it was never enough. The baby became lethargic and ceased to thrive. She called it “wasting fever”. When the baby died no money could be spared for burial, so she sealed him in an orange box weighed down with stones, and slipped him into the river. That furtive journey in the middle of the night with her dead baby was the moment when she finally accepted defeat, and knew that the inevitable had come. She and the children would have to go to the workhouse.”.” WorkhouseCall The MidwifeJennifer WorthMrs Jenkins Book:The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Joy, and Hard Times Source: The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Joy, and Hard Times